Merry Christmas
ALWAYS BELIEVE in
MIRACLES!!
Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair
Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a
little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend?
Your sister?" "Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister,
Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly. Santa glanced over at the
grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a
tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much,
Santa!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.
Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him
what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. When they finished their visit,
the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say
something to Santa, but halted. "What is it?" Santa asked
warmly. "Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but
." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves
to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors. "The
girl in the photograph ... my granddaughter .. well, you see ... she has
leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays,"
she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa ... any
possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for
Christmas, is to see Santa." Santa blinked and swallowed hard and
told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he
would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that
afternoon. He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in
that hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is
the least I can do." When Santa finished visiting with all the boys
and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital
where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to
Children's Hospital. "Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on
his face. Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother
earlier that day. "C'mon .... I'll take you there," Rick said
softly. Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa. They
found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the
hall. Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw
little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be her family;
there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A
woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing
Sarah's thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later
was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with weary,
sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the
warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah. Taking
a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room,
bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!" "Santa!" shrieked
little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes in
tact. Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age
of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her
skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects
of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue
eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears. Though
his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet
sobbing of the women in the room. As he and Sarah began talking, the family
crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand
gratefully, whispering "thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with
shining eyes. Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all
the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that
year. As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for
Sarah, and asked for
permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family
circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah and
asked her if she believed in angels. "Oh, yes, Santa ... I do!"
she exclaimed. "Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you,
"he said. Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and
prayed. He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this
disease. He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he
finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly,
"Silent Night, Holy Night.... all is calm, all is bright." The family
joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope,
tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all. When the song ended,
Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in
his own. "Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a
job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun
playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at
Mayfair Mall this time next year!" He knew it was risky proclaiming that,
to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to. He had
to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys --
but the gift of HOPE. "Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes
bright. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.
Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them
and they wept unashamed. Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the
room quickly and rushed to Santa's side to thank him. "My only child
is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is the least I
could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him. One year later,
Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal job
which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came up
to sit on his lap. "Hi, Santa! Remember me?!" "Of course, I
do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her. After
all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child
feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that
moment. "You came to see me in the hospital last year!" Santa's
jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little
miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely
recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much
different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He
looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and
waving and wiping their eyes. That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.
He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this
miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive and
well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you,
Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!
Hear comes Santa
Claus
Here
comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,
Right down Santa Claus lane
Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer
Pullin' on the reins
Bells are ringin', children singin'
All is merry and bright
Hang your stockings and say your prayers
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight!
Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,
Right down Santa Claus lane
He's got a bag that's filled with toys
For boys and girls again
Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle,
Oh what a beautiful sight
So jump in bed and cover your head
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight!
Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,
Right down Santa Claus lane
He doesn't care if you're rich or poor
He loves you just the same
Santa Claus knows we're all Gods children
That makes everything right
So fill your hearts with Christmas cheer
'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight!
Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,
Right down Santa Claus lane
He'll come around when the chimes ring out
That it's Christmas morn again
Peace on earth will come to all
It we just follow the light
So lets give thanks to the lord above
That Santa Claus comes tonight!
Now you can schedule your own visit with
Santa.
A Christmas Card Poem
I have
a list of folks I know, all written in a book.
And every year at Christmas time, I go and take a look.
And that is when I realize that these names are a part....
Not of the book they're written in, but of my very heart.
For each name stands for someone who has crossed my path
sometime,
And in that meeting they've become the rhythm in each rhyme.
And while it sounds fantastic for me to make this claim,
I really feel that I'm composed of each remembered name.
And while you may not be aware of any special link
Just meeting you has changed my life, and a lot more than you
think.
For once I've met somebody, the years cannot erase
The memory of a pleasant word or of a friendly face.
So never think my Christmas cards are just a mere routine
Of names on a Christmas list, forgotten in between.
For when I send a Christmas card that is addressed to you,
It's because you are on the list of folks I am indebted too.
For I am the total of the many folks I have met
And you happen to be one of those I prefer not to forget.
And whether I have known you for many years or few,
In some way you have been a part in shaping things I do.
And every year when Christmas comes, I realize anew
The best gift life can offer is meeting folks like you.
And may the spirit of Christmas that forever endures,
Leave the richest blessings in the hearts of you and yours.
The above
written by Helen Steiner Rice and published in 1949 in the book Christmas
Blessings.
An old Christmas Card
There's an Old Christmas Card in an old dusty trunk
And it brings back sweet mem'ries dear to me
Tho it's faded and worn, it's as precious as the morn
When I found it 'neath our first Christmas tree.
I thrill with every word, every line
Guess I'm always sentimental 'round this time of year
Pardon me if a tear falls among my Christmas cheer
It's the mem'ry of an Old Christmas Card
(Recitation)
You know, I don't know why I get to feeling sentimental about
this time,
every year. But every time I see a Christmas card,
I somehow can't help reminiscing about the very first Christmas
that you and I spent together What a beautiful Christmas card
you gave me that year Why I know you must have looked
through thousands of cards
to find that wonderful poem that still brings a tear to my eyes.
Santa Claus
This
is the original Coca-Cola Santa Claus,
the first appearance of the modern-day
version. Santa was born in Turkey in the 4th
century as Saint Nicholas. He was a very devoted
Christian who became known for his love of children
and generosity to the poor. When he died he ultimately
became the patron saint of children. Dutch kept him alive
when in the 16th century Dutch children began putting their
wooden shoes on the fireplace hearth and hoped for a
gift. They called him Sint Nikolass, which over the
years became Sinterklass and when translated to Anglican
SANTA CLAUS. The image shown here was thought of by the
author of "The Night Before Christmas" Clement C. Moore
who created the image as a jolly fat man in his red suit.
Santa Claus
image as created by Haddom Sundblom in 1931.
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